allusive

bruises are starting to heal up

i often fed off your sense of well-being sucking the aura out of you much like a leech watching you feed off the corpse of my sorrow

i would die to be the ache in your desires the victim of your math class daydreams someone you would die to call your own

mirrors are my reminders that i should never feel confident in the way i look

lack of attention

i strive for independence more than anyone i have ever met

i'm a new face to a group of friends since preschool and i don't think anything has been this lonely

the phobias of post depression

you know it's been a rough night when

nobody will ever care what i have to say. only pretend to, if even

completely and 100% alone

never fucking listened to

unstable unable

here lies the girl with blue eyes who after many years of worrying is finally dead

my heart races every time i walk by your locker just in case you may be there with your glowing smirk reminding me you will never be mine

i hate how i look. i often times imagine scratching my face off and looking a lot prettier than i do now

maybe feelings are a bad thing because they end in consequence even more punishing than that time i cheated on my math homework in school

intoxication is so beautiful you see

nobody wants the responsibility of repairing a broken girl